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This dirt....on my hands Is from honest toil You fear...you'll get Your apron soiled.... If they should touch Your skin so soft Don't look at me Like I won't wash off I know...my clothes Ain't always clean Would you...prefer Some dirt unseen There was a time You didn't care Don't look at me like you're pure as prayer Or....someday you'll find You're left....behind Even muddy rivers roll Darling, even muddy rivers roll A hammer's all... I've had to hold all day Come close... to me Don't turn away..... Or..... Someday you'll find You're left...behind Even muddy rivers roll Darling...even muddy rivers roll Protected by copyright All rights reserved